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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Ninety-Seven: The Truth or Not? (2)
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-SEVEN: Carlo's POV: No.I refuse to believe it!“It could still be a coincidence!” Enzo cut in sharply, but even his words didn't sound convincing enough and from his expression, he didn't believe his words too.“It is too much of a coincidence,” Camilla pointed out and I hated her for it. “So what happens now? What is the way forward?” She slapped a hand to her forehead looking visibly distraught. “Poor Natalia, she's caught in between this mess! She'd never forgive you!” Enzo jumped to his feet. “It wasn't Carlo's fault,” he jumped in to defend me. “He didn't know Gianpaolo had a baby and honestly, Gianpaolo deserved everything Carlo had done to him in the past. He and his father brought the war on themselves!” Camilla sighed exasperatedly, a look of pity on her face. “Of course, I know that! I hate the bastard too but would Natalia understand that?” She paused. “Scratch that. Natalia doesn't have to understand and she has every right to be mad as muc
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-EIGHT:Carlo's POV: ‘He's demanding to see his daughter.’ My back stiffened, jaws tightening at that statement. I wasn't foolish, I'd expected this after what went down but hadn't expected it to happen sooner. Expecting it hadn't also prepared me for it either.“Let's go then,” I forced out eventually, already striding across to the door without glancing back at Natalia's sleeping form. For some reason, my heart told me it was better that way.The walk down to the entrance of my house shouldn't have seemed as awfully long as it did, it shouldn't make my guts twist and coil with nerves but it did. When was the last time I'd felt this way about being summoned?Right. When father was alive. And somehow, Gianpaolo got to invoke that feeling in me. “Damn you all the way to hell, stronzo!” I hissed under my breath feeling irritation coursing through me as I pushed the large doors open, stepping out with Enzo right behind me…And there he was… all emotions on
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-NINE: Natalia's POV:Finally. I thought.I couldn't hear what Enzo had said when he came in, but it finally took Carlo away from my side.I'd pretended to be asleep and I'd thought I'd die from his suffocating presence.Hours… It had been hours since I'd stirred awake to find Carlo right beside me and my first instinct was to keep sleeping… For hours as I lay awake, waiting for him to leave my mind raced, taking me back to the events of the previous night. From the ring falling off, to Gianpaolo's story…. It made my head hurt and my heart raced.And the worst part? I believed Gianpaolo.I know I shouldn't, but my brain was adamant about believing him. Only a fool would have witnessed what happened and not connect the dots… Sure, I look nothing like him… save for the same, dark hair and blue eyes but his was much lighter…Still, I could feel it in my gut that he was right.Maybe that was why I didn't want to face Carlo. How could I?I could barely unders
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED:Natalia's POV: Caterina didn't let the maid finish. She was already out the door, pushing the girl aside and I followed suit.I'm not sure why my first instinct was to go to him even though I really fucking hated him at the moment but I couldn't dwell on that now.We rushed outside and the maid had ve right, indeed, Carlo was engaged in a brawl with… with Gianpaolo. Or should I say, my father?I cringed inwardly. It felt very off.“Carlo!” Caterina yelled but the two men didn't break apart. Not even when she issued out threats in harsh, rapid Italian.I noticed Enzo and the other guards stood without moving a muscle. Weren't they supposed to break them up or something?Caterina was still trying and failing to get them to stop, screaming her lungs out and she directed that anger to Enzo who just shrugged and replied to her in Italian.What on earth was going on?And hadn't Carlo been stabbed and beaten just hours ago? And from the limp Gianpaolo was sporting, I'
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ONE:Natalia's POV: ‘I came here for my daughter and I won't be leaving here without her.’He was here for… me?Was that what fathers do?“...She's not your daughter!” Carlo grunted. “Stupid bastard, I'll rip out your tongue if you call her that one more time!” Gianpaolo didn't flinch and if Carlo's threat bothered him, he didn't show it. “Deny it all you want, stronzo. Go ahead, be as delusional as possible, but you and I both know that she—”“Is my lover and the mother of our unborn child!” My breath caught in my throat. This time, Gianpaolo did pounce on Carlo, grabbing his collars in a fiercely tight grip. “I hate you!” “The feeling is very mutual, old friend,” Carlo mocked, anger flashing in his eyes even as he remained unrealistically calm.“Fuck you!” Gianpaolo gritted. “You took my daughter from me. Twice…” His voice broke and despite the obvious anger radiating off him, his eyes held intense pain. “... You.. you took her away. Doing as you like. An
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWO: Carlo's POV: I had to order my guards to throw Gianpaolo and his men out after he had gotten close to her—Zia stopped it anyway and I let her, somewhere in my anger-fogged brain I realized it didn't look good on me to throw him out…. He left willingly anyway. How could he not? He managed to get something out of his barbaric act. And now, I had nothing but murderous and fearful thoughts in my brain.On one hand, I wanted to gut Gianpaolo out myself and feed his remains to dogs, and on the other, I was worrying over what Natalia thought of me. What news the DNA results might bring…. She was going to hate me if it came back positive.Who am I kidding? I think she does already. I could read her clearly.I wasn't naive, I was sure she'd started to welcome the thoughts that Gianpaolo might be her father. Fuck. If Camilla could think it was possible then so would Natalia. Even Enzo had started seeing the possibility.Mio Dio.I have never felt this confused in
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THREE: Natalia's POV: I joined Gianpaolo in the backseat of his car. Sitting as stiffly as possible as if trying to go unnoticed by him when he was literally right there.My stomach dipped as the car began to move, retreating from Carlo's mansion and onto the main road.This… this was really happening.Oh fuck. Oh fuck.Blood rushed to my ears as sweat broke out across my skin despite the car’s air-con being on. Why am I nervous? Breathing felt like a chore.No, this feels like a mini-panic attack!God, Natalia. Could you be any more dramatic? A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. Hard. “I'm sorry,” Gianpaolo blurted, looking flustered, eyes a little wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” I don't like this. He shouldn't look so guilty, he did nothing wrong. If anything, he'd just calmed me. I cleared my throat. “It's fine. I should be the one apologizing, I freaked out for nothing.” “No, no,” he shook his head. “I'm sure, it wa
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Natalia's POV: I'd spent an extra hour in Gianpaolo's company and I got to find out more things about him even though he was still being cautious around me. And honestly, I understand. If I felt awkward and nervous, I could only imagine how he was feeling and we didn't exactly get off on the right foot. But after our interaction, I quickly discovered he was rather fun to be around.By the time he'd dropped me off at Carlo's mansion, it was late in the afternoon. Thankfully, I'd only met Caterina in the living room—something tells me she's not herself but she was masking it well. In the whole chaos that had happened, I'd imagined no one spoke to her about Alessandro's well-being. I wondered what might be going on in her head. She'd treated both men like her children…. It must hurt to see that one had tried to harm the other and she probably doesn't know how to deal with it… I know I should probably hate Alessandro but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. And let's face it, h
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIFTEEN: Carlo's POV: PRESENT…“I can't believe Angela and Alessandro's mom did all that to you and your mom and still, you raised them and loved them,” Natalia scoffed angrily and I smiled.“Their mother hated them anyway and if we are being honest, I and zia did most of the work even before the incident,” I tell her. “Still, it is unfair.”“You talk like you aren't raising the child of the man who traumatized you,” I pointed out and she frowned.“That's different!” “It is really not.”Her frown deepened. “But Alessandro hates you, he tried to kill you! He thinks you deserve to die for what you did to his mother.”True. But.. “Alessandro doesn't know the whole truth and I don't blame him. I can't even punish him for it.”“Then why did you send men to look for him?”I gave it a brief thought before I replied. “Well, at first, I was furious. I still am. He put you in danger when all he really wanted was to harm me. I needed to punish him for that. But then, af
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: Carlo's POV: FLASHBACK….The blood stopped flowing at some point, its color darkening the more it was exposed to oxygen and as it started to form a sticky, drying mess.Mother…What have I done?!I remained on my knees, unmoving as I held her close to me. I'd hoped it wasn't real, that I hadn't just shot my mother dead… but there was no mistaking the smell of blood, the sight of it, and how her body began to grow cold…I couldn't speak, only the tears wetting my face could express how I felt…I'd killed her.My hands shook, and a cold shiver overtook my body as I felt the pit in my stomach deepen.They were on me in seconds—the guards. I let them rough-handle me. There was no point putting up a fight. I could barely hear the words coming out of my father's mouth, it felt like my head was underneath water. Every sound is muffled, they seem to be coming from somewhere far away. I barely registered my surroundings as the guards dragged me out of the hall
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTEEN: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….“I… I missed,” The words came out in a strained sob.It should be embarrassing that I'd completely broken down in front of the one woman I hoped to impress in life but I couldn't find it in me to stop the tears from flowing or the way my breath hitched as breathing became a struggle…She was grabbing my entire arm now, rubbing my shoulder and back and it was a struggle to not pull away…. I was fine. I should be fine. It had happened twenty years ago, I should have moved past it but I know deep down that I was still stuck in that moment. The moment I'd made the greatest mistake of my life.“I hadn't meant to shoot her. Never,” I explained, needing her to understand me, to believe me. “It was a mistake.” “I know. I believe you,” she whispered softly, so softly, it could have been missed. “I can't imagine how much pain that must have caused you.” The pain was blinding.I still remember how the hall fell quiet, even the guards bes
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twelve:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….Natalia had gone still beside me. She fought hard to mask her expression that I couldn't tell if she was shocked, confused, and/or worried…Recalling that night wasn't an easy feat. It reminded me of so many memories I'd rather bury at the back of my mind forever… It was the same memory that had haunted me for years… Father's ruthlessness, my weakness, and Gianpaolo's betrayal…Even as he'd confirmed the words, even as father had tossed the lewd photographs of mother with the young man after I'd still insisted that Gianpaolo was lying, I knew mother was being framed. One might have called me stupid back then, saying that I had way too much faith in my mother and they wouldn't be wrong. I trusted that woman more than my own self, I knew her inside out, I'd been by her side for years, mother was as pure as a dove and I could bet my life on it. Her only flaw? It was loving Rinaldo Moretti. She had an unwavering loyalty for him and so
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eleven:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ELEVEN: Carlo's POV: Dread pooled my stomach as I waited for his ‘proof’ I trust Gianpaolo with my life, he wasn't capable of such!Father signaled to his right hand man and the big guy pulled out a cassette player and got to work. I frowned.What was going on?Why did he need that? And then he pressed play. “Gianpaolo, my boy,” it was father's voice coming from the speakers. “How are things over there?” “Fine, sir,” I stilled. That's Gianpaolo's voice!“Good, good. I want to ask you some questions, please answer truthfully. Your father is here with me, don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just need to confirm some things your father had brought to my notice.”Father was never this calm with me. Never.“Okay, sir.” “Do you own the grey camera in your room?” A pause.“Yes, sir.” A deep sigh.“Every picture taken with it, was done by you, yes?” “Sir… sir,” he sounded worried, alarmed… my heart started beating faster. “I—”“You're not in trouble,” father c
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TEN: Natalia's POV: PRESENT….Somewhere along the line, I'd managed to finish attending to his wounds as I listened to his horrifying past. Does it make me stupid and ignorant that I didn't think that someone like Carlo would have had such a terrible and traumatizing past…?As he spoke, recalling every detail of his past, his eyes had this faraway look that somehow showed how much pain he'd had to endure… Why would his father go as far as abusing him sexually? It was crazy but Carlo seemed like he'd rather not dwell on it and I'd respected that even though it didn't sit well with me… Even though I could tell it hurt him just recalling that night… I don't know how to feel… I kind of felt like a piece of shit but at the same time… at the same time….Nevermind. I wouldn't think about that right now. I'd demanded to hear his side of the story and I have to. Maybe I'd jumped to take sides too quickly, maybe I should have given him a chance and not blamed him for
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Nine: Childhood Memories (3)
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & NINE: Carlo's POV: TWO DAYS LATER….I still didn't have any clue on what to do. And I was beginning to think father was right when he called me stupid or foolish.The secret was weighing me down, suffocating and I was sick of it. Thankfully, father wasn't back, he'd be away for at least two weeks and maybe that was enough time to figure out a plan. By day four, I was exhausted and my brain was blank. It was fucking annoying that I couldn't confide in Gianpaolo. Enzo would have been the best next choice but he was still mourning the death of his father—father's younger brother—a plane crash had claimed his life leaving Enzo shattered and it didn't make sense to bother him with my problems.Then… mother? Surely, she'd know what to do, right?I made the conclusion to tell mother after dinner and I did, by the time I was done narrating what had happened, her expression was unreadable. Which was disturbing. Mother was an open book, too meek, too innocent for her ow
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eight: Childhood Memories (2)
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT: Carlo's POV: “One more round, please!” Gianpaolo whined. He'd lost again to me and for the past two hours or so, he'd kept asking for a rematch and I couldn't say no. One, this was my best friend, one of the few persons who gave a fuck about me, and two, I was having fun. I always had fun whenever I got here. Gianpaolo was never short of new video games his father had gotten him, new gifts, and new adventures. I learned how to ride a bicycle because Gianpaolo had one, learned how to play soccer because his father had set up an entire soccer field for him in their backyard when he was nine—the list was endless. Sometimes, I was jealous of him and that made me feel like an asshole because truly, he was nothing but good to me and he didn't have to… I think the one good thing father had done for me was Gianpaolo. He was friends with Gianpaolo's father, well, more business partners than friends but they at least liked each other enough.“I'm tired!” He groan
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Seven: Childhood Memories.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SEVEN:Carlo's POV:NINE YEARS OLD…“Carlo, pull the trigger!” Papà barked at me, his dark, angry eyes bored into me as my hand trembled as I grabbed the gun tighter.I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't shoot the man tied to a chair—he already looked half dead after papà and his guys were through with him. Papà had made me watch while they tortured him. Pressed a hot knife against his left cheek, just an inch or two from his eyes. They took out all his fingers with a butcher knife, and papà himself had pulled out the man's tongue with pliers, silencing his endless screams.I threw up. Twice. And papà had struck me across the cheek. ‘You're as useless as your mother!’‘No son of mine shall be a weakling!’ ‘I should have killed her long before she conceived you’ Then he paused as if to reconsider his words. ‘No, I should have killed that useless father of hers that had tricked me into marrying that bitch!’Still… it doesn't matter what papà says or how much he hits
